She lifts her chin up. “I take my role as fake girlfriend to the great Kazimir Lindström very seriously.”
“You played the part to perfection, Goldilocks. You sure as hell looked the part.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Well, it helps when my fake boyfriend makes me look like a princess, with accompanying bling.” She points both index fingers to her necklace.
I reach out and caress her earrings and then trail a lazy finger across her necklace.
Her gaze lowers.
“The diamonds accentuate your eyes,” I say. “They’re usually a seafoam green, but tonight, they’re flecked with more gold than usual.”
Her gaze meets mine. “You’ve noticed my eyes?”
“I picked up on every shade in your eyes when you and I escaped the birthday party and spent some time together talking in the Hamptons,” I say. “It’s the first thing I noticed about you. Wanna know what the second thing was?”
“Yes.”
“Come a little closer.”
She scoots over.
“Your hair.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m hardly the first blonde you’ve ever met.”
“You’re not, butyourblonde hair looked soft as silk.”
“The other blondes didn’t have soft hair?”
“Not as soft as yours.”
“And you could assess that without even touching my hair?”
“I have a keen eye.”
She bites against her lower lip, suppressing a smile.
I nod. “And that’s the third thing I noticed about you.”
She frowns. “What?”
“Your lips. That bright pink lipstick you were wearing in the Hamptons made it nearly impossible for me to tear my eyes away from your luscious mouth.”
Surprise and shock are written all over her gorgeous face. “My, Mr. Lindström, you were coveting another man’s girl.”
I arch a brow. “I had the inside scoop your ex-boyfriend’s mother was going to give you the boot the very next day because you weren’t made of fine hockey legend stock.”
She gasps. “You didn’t admit to this when I told you the story.”
I shrug. “I had planned on taking that secret to the grave, but now that we’re in a fake relationship, it’s important for me to be frank with you.”
“Ah, your conscience got the better of you.”
“Something like that.”
I tangle a strand of blonde hair around my finger. “I get to confirm my theory. Your hair is as soft as silk.”
Heavy lidded eyes stare at me from behind dark lashes.
